Scoundrel (a letter to a dead poet)

We came, none can hold our souls We're dreaming fast We stand, someone slid our eyes We lift the dust We feel, no one tells a lie We are the cast We cry, we are feeling void We dive inmost We came, none can hold our souls We're dreaming fast We stand, someone slid our eyes We lift the dust We feel, no one tells a lie We are the cast We cry, we are feeling void We dive inmost We came, none can hold our souls We're dreaming fast We stand, someone slid our eyes We lift the dust We feel, no one tells a lie We are the cast We cry, we are feeling void We dive inmost The angels rising, the pigs are bribing the Czar Still dream becoming humans Saluting lies and stains of tar Resting upon the winter's dead heart Resting upon the winter's laughter The winter's laughter Bestow your trust to kin of Zen and darkness will prevail The martyrs watch their bodies' burn, the secrets now unveil Deprive their souls from madness' rage, a useful way to raise A twisted boy without a place, a mindless girl with crave And the end is always near Lighting down your way Lighting down your day Your madness stays and pray For words of rust For words of rust and drunken stars And the system is down When system breaks down Light, Light, Light, Light Light, Light, Light, Light